Nic Miller

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Mistletoe Xmas kisses, gifts and wine
Yet my best delivery will come March day nine

Living nine months inside of the womb
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After nine warm months with caring voices and pokes
Thirteen timeless hours of dedicated love and endurance gifting me life
Our skins met I could still feel you shaking
A photographed memory of family history in the making
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Lost in a monotonous kaleidoscope desert
Carrying my clock and copper spoon
Out on a hunt for cheese on the moon
I pause as three camels glide along the Haiwain beach
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A smokey haze clouds the air
As I dance carelessly along with Claire
Slipping away we break free of our strings
Gliding gracefully round romantic smoke rings
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At first I was so scared
I had never been there
We chatted on the phone
You gently eased my fears
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Black eyes with a touch of red
Sweaty bed and legs like lead
You've jobs to do by a certain time
You won't get up and that's a crime
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The holiday in hell is not going well
Life stands still in the Hotel Kennel
The weather is poor and I've got no money
Can't afford happiness heaven don't come free
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All the world stands
straight in line.
Together we stand
divided we shall fall.
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The page stares at me from the table
The blank pulp lays as I am unable
Like a sleeping baby in a cradle
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September twenty fourth
A new dawn of pure perfection
The fusion of a radiant bright sun
Producing wonderful spectrums of light
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Can't convinced you cannot
Not yet across the threshold
Mentally accepting defeat
Visualising Everest sized summits
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My Lovely Baby Boy (To My Unborn Son Dec 2010)

Mistletoe Xmas kisses, gifts and wine
Yet my best delivery will come March day nine

Living nine months inside of the womb
Our skin will soon touch in a hospital room
Vision of perfect health, innocence and beauty
Every finger crossed that is how it will be
Let the bells ring as bands of Angels proclaim
Your wonderful first breath words and step

Boy blossoming and growing to man
A journey I shall nurture and lovingly guide
Both sharing the emotion and fun
You ready for that ride my son?

Bits we shall navigate wrong
Other times we shall steer right
You had better pass your tiny hand, trust and hold on tight.

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